First Love.
I remember the first time I tried it,
I was only a lad in my teens,
I was much older than she,
and she was so fair and serene.
It was out in the barn I remember,
at the close of a lush summer day,
the evening was scented with clover in bloom,
and the fragrance of of freshly mown hay.
I remember she moved a bit closer,
and the touch of her body was warm,
in her eyes there was a look of contentment,
as she snuggled her head on my arm.
I was so awkward and trembling,
and trying as hard as I could,
she helped me patiently waiting,
as a loved one who understood.
Seemingly long hours later I stood,
uncertain to stay or to run,
sweating and weak and fearful,
for the thought of what I’d done.
As I made my way back to the house,
I’ll never forget, I vow,
the thrill and the joy I felt as a boy,
on the day that I first milked a Jersey cow.
Don’t know who the author is but I just loved it……
The Photographic Journey of bulldog. 